"Mama doesn't want you to become a notorious person, Yang... how could you become like this? You weren't like this before!" Mother said.
She was getting a bit angry now, and though she was deceased, Wei Tianyang could see her body trembling with anger.
Wei Tianyang sighed and said, "They only understand this, Mama. Humans, as a species, don't communicate with language."
Mother didn't understand his words and stood there, dumbfounded.
"Humans, like monkeys, dogs, sheep, and insects, are animals driven by instinct. They swarm toward the smell of rotting flesh and when they meet rivals at the carcass, they make war. Humans have invented language, but they don't communicate with it; they only understand death and pain," Wei Tianyang said.
He stood up and walked to the window, then continued, "We've endured such things, and that's how I lost you. If I had the power back then that I have today, that incident wouldn't have happened. The country wouldn't have fallen into civil war."
